Chapter 1432： Rebirth and recovery (1/2)

, the sword of dawn

When Frostsky gradually rose to the high point of the sky, the chill brought by late autumn spread to the entire northern region, and the entire alliance began to operate with unprecedented efficiency.

Post-war reconstruction, economic recovery, collection and assistance of war refugees, large-scale pension work and large-scale deployment of supplies covering the entire continent, as well as new policies successively issued by the alliance countries in order to stimulate the market and boost people’s hearts. Things that people could not imagine in the old age are happening. The once vast and isolated world seems to have been "shrinked" suddenly after this war. Even the villagers living in remote villages are beginning to start with surprise from newspapers and radio. Or learn about the amazing changes in the world in the chat of travelers.

As the Cecil Empire often said in its external propaganda, the circum-continental routes and the land transnational trade network are connecting the loose world as a whole, and the popularization and development of communication methods have expanded everyone’s eyes to them. Never thought of a distant place. Although the sudden wasteland war has dealt a heavy blow to many countries, it has also greatly accelerated the process of this "connection".

In the Ogure tribal country, a large number of engineers from Cecil and the Dwarf Kingdom are in place one after another. Various aid teams have also transported large quantities of supplies currently in short supply by the tribal country through the continental route, transnational railways and air routes. They are focusing their efforts on several human, spiritual, and orc cities that were severely damaged in the war, in order to restore the basic functions of these cities as much as possible before the arrival of the cold winter, so as to maximize the accommodation of refugees and alleviate other Support pressure in the region.

In the hinterland of the tribal nation, at the foot of the ancestor’s peak, in the city of Helm, the city governed by the five races, the human king Wycliffe is standing on the upper balcony of the Grand Chamber, overlooking the busy and even crowded scene of the city. He supported the railing in front of him with both hands, and an alloy-made arm glowed with icy light in the setting sun. The scars left by this war did not reduce the king’s majesty, but made him more calm than before. The majestic aura.

On the streets of the city below, the visible flow of people has more than doubled than in the past, including war refugees pouring into Helm from all over, as well as businessmen looking for opportunities and engineers and technicians from other countries. This city, which has a special place in the hearts of all ethnic groups in Ogure, used to be a relaxed and slow-paced place, but now it is under pressure from population and materials far beyond the urban planning. The officials in charge of the city have been busy recently. The same is true for the five leaders of the tribal nation.

"The Artisans Association of the Dwarf Kingdom has just sent a message. Tomorrow, a new team will cross the mountain road on the west side and enter the country, led by Lord Paladin Huishanyan himself." A voice came from the side, "They brought a group. The large golems and many engineering machinery designed and transformed by the dwarf kingdom should solve the urgent need for reconstruction in the central region."

Wycliffe turned his head and saw that the leader of the Spirit Race Stuer had also come to the edge of the balcony. This tall, lavender-skinned Spirit Race man had a trace of exhaustion in his expression, and even his eyes seemed to be constantly throbbing. The magic shimmer seemed a little dimmer than usual.

"You look tired," Wycliffe couldn't help but said, "Your magical aura is dimmer than usual, and you may need to take a break."

"Now is the critical moment. I don't worry about leaving a lot of work to others. Even if it is given to others, who can I give to them?" Wycliffe shook his head, "Wenna is in charge of all external affairs. In response to the tide of war refugees in the country, Stella leads the'Star Breakers' on the Ancestral Peak, and no one has much time to spare."

"Did you deliberately miss someone?" As soon as Stour's voice fell, a slightly hoarse and magnetic female voice came from the side with dissatisfaction. Camilla, who was dressed in the traditional costume of the orc, did not know when he had arrived. Behind the two men, they are now looking up and down at the leader of the spirit race with their feline-like pale yellow vertical pupils, "It's as if I'm useless."

"Why don't you deal with the reconstruction project and material affairs?" Stewart glanced at Camilla, who was slowly erecting his tail. "Just wait for you to nod."

Camilla's tail was pulled down instantly, her eyes looked away.

Stour didn’t take this topic seriously either. He just smiled and continued: “The good news is that from the current situation, our personnel and material gaps are not big. With the current efficiency, this winter will be able to We have passed smoothly and we have also received priority rationing of the magic power of the Deep Blue Well within three years. This is the best news for the energy-scarce southern region."

Wycliffe nodded lightly, his gaze staying in the city below. After a long silence, he said softly: "More and more businessmen are pouring into the central region, coming from the opposite direction of the refugees."

"The post-war recovery plan means opportunities for many people. Merchants always have the sharpest sense of smell in the face of opportunities," Stewar said with a tired expression, "We need these merchants."

"But we don't need speculative merchants. They won't produce anything except the tight market and the contradiction between supply and demand." Wycliffe looked serious. "My consultant found that a group of merchants from the South were trying to interfere in the market. The materials in circulation and their registration information are suspicious. It is very likely that they have taken advantage of the temporary confusion of official control during the fall of the southern region. I have already locked some of them. My people are investigating more bold people by tracking the flow of goods in the market. ."

Listening to Wycliffe’s words, there was a grunt from Camilla’s throat, and he picked up the axe lying against the wall and carried it on his shoulders: "Okay, I'm going to chop them."

"Don't be so full of your mind that you only have the option of ‘hack it’!" Wycliffe immediately glared at the orc warchief. "Consider more consideration of the problem of smashing the grass and the market pressure caused by insufficient preparation!"

"Originally, this aspect was Wenna's area of ​​expertise. The Grey Elf knows how to deal with businessmen, including how to deal with unruly businessmen," Stuer sighed, "Unfortunately, she also lacks skills now. While dealing with foreign affairs, she must also find a way to ensure the normal trade order between the Mosswood area and the Cecil Empire. Here in Helm City, we can only figure out a solution by ourselves. But anyway, we cannot let those speculative merchants continue their activities. Going down, even if the means are more radical, it is for greater order."

"So I still need to chop them," Camilla said, and once again carried the chop axe on his shoulders, "What are you doing with so many twists and turns..."

"Can your mind go for a few more rounds when deciding the problem!" Wycliffe couldn't help but glared at Camilla again. "Why do you have to take a sharp axe when you come to the big conference hall for a meeting? Did that stuff bring in?"